Beyond the sheets we put up to block the fine misty rain of fog last night, I heard footfalls when I woke. I checked and it was 1:30. Ravinia sleeping next to me breathing so quietly, so peaceful. What were the footfalls? Need I worry?
No, this is Sukkot, the time of sleeping out under God’s provision, remembering his guiding care of the Israelites all those years ago. And hasn’t he cared for us today? Didn’t he bring us through years of “wilderness” to this place, this house we did not build, this community? I could trust him.
I could pray, which I did, asking for protection, and fall back asleep.
In the morning I peeked out beyond
The wind had blown the flap in the morning, several times, tantalizing me awake. The sheet above is soaking wet, the dew or condensed fog making a line on the sheet so that by my face it was still dry where it was blowing over me.
He changes us as we follow him.